169 - CONCERNED ABOUT THAT WHOLE ZERO BUSINESS.

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Comrades, I'm concerned about the deterioration of the conditions in zero. Having seen some of the outcoming transmissions from inmates [Thank you Sandoval...], I don't feel that we can accept it as a safe or correct way of restraining anyone at the moment, and I'd like to suggest that the current occupants are relocated under guard.

[There's a short pause, then he frowns,]

Ah, am I correct in assuming that they're all basically different varieties of homicidal teenagers at the moment? Would any wardens be willing to contribute their time or their resources to temporarily guarding them elsewhere? Until either their time is served, or the Barge... escalates to a point where we need to occupy ourselves in some other way?

[Because let's be real, Comrades, it's going to get worse before it gets better...]

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[routemistress]

[Another pause here. Those memories hurt.]

...it's a species thing. Apparently there's more hivemind in our makeup than I'm 'appy with. That old ghost Rassilon were in there too, and there's not enough brain bleach in the multiverse to wash that taste out of me mouth, I can tell you. I'm takin' steps to prevent that kind of shenanigans ever 'appening again, you can count on that - just as soon as I work out 'ow to do it.

[Yes, she can remember it all right, the worry, the icy superiority complex, seeing her friends as tactical advantages, the deep, glacial resentment. Ugh.]

...'old up. What did 'e do, then?

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[Ah, hivemind entities, if you could see him right now, you'd see a wistful little thread of nostalgia on Prefect's face. Yeah he creepy.]

So you're always connected to them in some way? Never really alone?

...

He licked his hand at me.

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[routemistress]

Aye, apparently. I thought I'd cut all that bollocks out already. You don't know these people, Prefect lovey; I mean, our Narvin's all right. Maybe one or two others when you get 'em on their own. But I've not spent 'alf me life as an independent just to get sucked back into a hound pack on a bloody whim. 'Specially one with rabies as the lowest common denominator.

...He what now? Is that all?

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I guess I can understand that. You don't want to be dragged back, after you've struggled to be something more than what your whole culture tried to make of you...

Did you ever know the Doctor, Iris? The one with the scarf, and the curly hair, I mean?

[Prefect's Doctor, in other words. They used to bring each other weird get well soon gifts while death tolling, and investigate mysteries.]

Well, first he licked his hand at Barron, which is... sort of a cultural... thing, and then he was sucking his fingers, and it was really disturbing and not like him at all.

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[routemistress]

I... oh, do I ever. That one were one of me favourites. Great man with knots, you know.

[It's oddly painful for Iris to remember him, especially now, and she pushes the subjectalong quickly with a not nearly embarrassed giggle.]

...Oh. Erm. Well. I did find a lot of very Narviny thoughts in me 'ead while I 'ad the rabies. We were all leakin' into each other a bit. I expect something like that 'appened to 'im too, poor love.